The Second Year and After Chapter 33
I was up and about at half past seven on the Saturday morning; sometime during the night I had promised Sheila that I would go out to the local shops and get some more bread and milk in good time for breakfast. As we were lying together in the warm cosy aftermath of making love for the second time, she had suddenly remembered that the loaf of bread intended for breakfast had already been scoffed for our chip butties, and that with six mugs of tea at a time, a pint bottle of milk didn't have...